The crowd pulled out their phones to record the escalating confrontation.
Sarah felt isolated and defenseless in the center of the bright white room.
Her hands trembled as she clutched her silver sparkly clutch bag tightly.
Mark leaned in close to Sarah and whispered through his gritted teeth.
Mark: Don't ruin my business reputation tonight, Sarah! Just hand over the bag!
Sarah: You actually think I am a thief, Mark?
Mark: I just want this nightmare to end before the press sees us!
Sarah felt a cold wave of disappointment settle deep in her heart.
They had been married for two years, yet he trusted strangers over her.
Mark had always cared more about social status than his wife's feelings.
Chloe stepped closer, pointing a finger directly at Sarah's pale face.
Chloe: She probably passed it to an accomplice outside already!
Sarah: You are making up stories because you never liked me!
Chloe: She must have hidden it somewhere else! Call the police immediately!
The head of venue security pulled out a radio to make the official report.
Sarah knew that an arrest record would ruin her life and reputation forever.
She needed help from someone who actually loved and trusted her unconditionally.
With shaking hands, Sarah unzipped her sparkly clutch bag to find her phone.
Mark: Who are you calling now? Stop causing even more drama!
Sarah: I am calling someone who believes in me.
She quickly dialed a number she knew by heart and held it up.
Tears streamed down her face as the line connected on the first ring.
Sarah: Dad, it's time! They are framing me at the gala!
Billionaire Father: Stay exactly where you are, sweetheart. They are already on their way.